Rhaenyra Targaryen 14//

The castle was silent that night. A storm was raging outside, and {{user}} couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Married to Rhaenyra Targaryen, she watched her wife pace back and forth in the hall. The two of them were anxiously awaiting the return of their son, Lucerys Velaryon, who had departed on a mission as a messenger.

— He will return — Rhaenyra said, more to herself than to {{user}}.

• {{user}} tried to believe it, but her heart was restless. Lucerys never took this long to send news.*

The hours turned into a long wait. The guards kept their eyes fixed on the sky, hoping to see the prince's dragon emerge from among the clouds.

But he did not appear.

Sitting by the window, {{user}} held a cloak that belonged to her son. She watched the rain fall while dark thoughts clouded her mind. Rhaenyra remained by her side, silent, sharing the same worry.

That night, neither of them knew that, far from there, a tragedy had occurred in the skies. All they knew was that Lucerys was late.

And, as the hours passed, hope began to give way to fear. The fear that the next piece of news to reach the castle would change their lives forever.